I sit here typing away.....and hear the telltale noises from the front porch. The last survivor of my little visitors trying to break into the cat food bin. Since I've used up all my crossbow bolts on his predecessors, I grab a sword (purely decorative piece, but I keep an edge on it) and Mick and I go bolting out the door.
Of course, he realizes he'* not going to make it up the tree in time, so he heads to the dark corner of the yard behind the pond. Not enough light for the death blow (to make 2 raccoons out of one).
To the rescue? The handy-dandy MNBonnevilleclub LED flashlight!
Don't get excited. He got away. The point is, that sucker ALMOST paid off! Thanks again!